Belasco had read every medical journal in the vast library housed at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa: NEJM, The Lancet, JAMA, to name just a few. No where did he find studies of Squirrels being allergic to peanuts; yet what could account for his stuffy nose and strange coloring? The problem seemed beyond the ken of the Face of Everyman, he was flummoxed and speechless.
Sparky had lots to do this Labor Day. As chairman of holiday events, he offered the venerable sage the position of Grand Marshall. the Face of Everyman regretted not being able to ride in the parade; he had to meet with some big wigs regarding his use of H-1B Visa employees at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This would be remembered as a very long holiday.
Nibbles was one of the few Foggy Bottom Resort and Spa squirrels born with a condition called scrawny tail. Daily he would ask the Face of Everyman if he could see any change; any enhancement. The venerable sage couldn’t lie; but deflected the question by saying that he had diverted vast sums to stem cell research and DNA splicing. Surely a handsome tail was in the offing.
Suddenly it became clear to Lawrence that his whole life at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had been under the scrutiny of a mad scientist, a diabolical fiend who took hundreds of photos a day of him and others frolicking. To what end? What other life forms were there in this magical place? From behind, the Face of Everyman began to enumerate . . .
A new Security Team arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with orders from Corporate to create file photos and physical measurements of every creature using the facilities. the Face of Everyman foresaw that this Machiavellian scheme could result in draconian rules. All guests were advised to avoid posing in front of the special cameras. For those blessed with new mating plumage this was an almost impossible suggestion.
Chauncey approached the Goddess of Mercy Guan Yin thinking that she would help solve all his problems. The goddess was new to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and had already made a good impression on the folks hereabouts; even the venerable sage. No one heard the Face of Everyman mutter his heart felt thanks that now, she would share the burden of listening to those who sought free advice at all hours of the day or night.